Open Poetry #45 |
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Music Of My Heart |
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zaaclindsay Member
since 2009-08-12
Posts 111Ottawa Ontario |
Sticks and dots amid wavering silence; echoing the lines on my face. Kept in measure, a quarter-four; or whatever my heart dreams it is. A tapestry woven in time, gently held as a bird in hand. So delicate rolling, never shaking, Except with magic wand to bring a wistful smile. Blended, mixed so softly now. The gentle rest, a butterfly; Downy soft, yet strength of steel in the music of my heart I kept wondering why that frisbee kept getting bigger and bigger....and then it hit me. |
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anniepimm54 Member
since 2009-09-03
Posts 110 |
Quite a deep poem but excellently written Annie |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Very Nice. Let's run this one up to the top of the page for some more comments. |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
your words always capture me..very nice ![]() |
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